Everything about the Dancing with The Stars finale was glorious. And all of us who are vying to become dance champions learned a valuable lesson: sexual tension conquers ALL. Maks Chmerkovskiy and Meryl Davis, who are definitely in love were triumphant on Tuesday night's Season 18 finale. They won the Mirror Ball trophy! But the real champion? Their obvious, unyielding passion for one another. C'mon — you saw that blazing fire of steamy sensuality during their freestyle, right? That was basically soft-core dance porn, but I won't get into that. Let's get back to that whole "they'll definitely have babies" part. If you recall, during some behind-the-scenes footage, Maks said he wanted to "ravage" Meryl. He said he wanted to have babies with her! He even named them:

I want to ravage her and have ice-skating, big, Russian, mean babies. We’re going to call them Boris and Oleg. Their nicknames are going to be Bear. Both. One nickname for both.

Okay, he might have been joking, but ALL HUMOR IS ROOTED IN SOME SORT OF TRUTH, right?! It has to be.

Cross Arms

His crossed arms might show that he's a little closed off, but he's also protecting himself. She's not making direct eye contact with him — she must be avoiding a certain truth. Hmm... wonder what that is? (She's hiding she's in love, obviously.)

Downward Glance to the Side

She's laughing and looking away from the camera, which is what one does when one doesn't want to open up about something. But look at that smile at the mere mention of Maks's name! Aww! She's glowing with pheromones!

Hand gesturing

He's talking with his hands when he's talking about Meryl and future ice dancing babies. Good lord, those kids will be born with abs. Clearly, he's into this whole idea, to the point that he's engaging his whole body, right?

The Pensive Gaze

Head on Head Hug

Okay, that's the two of them in rehearsal, but that is SO MANY THINGS. Hands on the ass? Check. Tightly gripping each other in a loving embrace? Check. Eyes shut dreaming of their future together? CHECK.

Head in Lap Back rub

The operative word there is "anytime." Backstage? Sure, hold my hand. Makin' out? Sure, hold my hand. At the DMV? Sure, hold my hand. Potential hand-holding at the DMV is a sign of everlasting love. And most ladies don't let just anybody collapse on her lap like that.

But it doesn't take a rocket scientist to read that chemistry! Still, check out this video of the two of them, and try to not get too lost in the dream of how glorious their ice dancing babies would be.